My eyes are stinging both from lack of sleep and from crying for a good portion of the day. It was so hard for me to believe that my uncle is really gone from this planet, and today, I guess I had some sort of closure. Although, my mind still can't completely wrap around it; there was a moment during the service where I was really hoping he'd sit up and say, "Wait, they got the wrong guy. I'm back!" Of course everyone has their time... He occupies a big space in my heart, and I know I'll be thinking about him a lot as I ride. As much as I would have loved to stick around and visit with the family, I'm determined to continue on according to plan.
So...I will wake up around 4:30 am on Sunday to catch the first flight to Portland via Denver. Today I learned that my bike and trailer are safe and sound in Portland, and we even saved some money on the rental truck that will take us to Astoria, which is all good news.
It will probably be several more days before I am able to post again. I just want to thank all the people who helped me get stuff squared away in Atlanta, be it logistical or emotional support. Also, thanks for all the well-wishing words, emails, phone calls, and text messages. My friends are great! I love you all.
I start pedaling Monday morning at 9am Pacific time. If you think of it at that time, do a little shout out, or at least just help me hope that I can make it over the first major climb in the Cascades without collapsing or losing my trailer. (I didn't really practice pulling my trailer, oops!)
Putting my Faith in the Universe...
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